Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

210 Final leveling

"This is awesome," Carol uttered.

She could hardly catch a breath. Her shoulders moved rapidly to the rhythm of her desperate attempts at refilling her lungs.

And yet, through all this time, she refused to let go of the spear's handle.

"You are not ready to play around with it like that," Mathew said, shaking his head while letting out an exasperated sigh.

'For how fragile she looks, she sure has a lot of energy,' he thought.

After stuffing herself full of fresh food straight from the merchant, Carol refused to go through the process of raising her level again. She proved her guts when she ignored all the murderous stares from the other girls caused by her denial to follow Mathew's orders. And yet, she was quick to prove the logic behind her choice as well.

"The people you want to use those weapons won't have the advantage of higher levels," she pointed out when the push came to shove. "If I want to set realistic expectations for them, I need to know how it feels to wield it while I'm still relatively weak."

There was no denying the truth behind her words. Yet, because of her decision, Mathew's entire group wasted nearly thirty minutes waiting for Carol to reach her limits and finish her exercise.

"Did you have enough?" Mathew asked, doing his absolute best not to let the annoyance show on his face.

'We have so much to do, but we can't progress before we finish with this place,' he thought, closing his eyes while waiting for the girl's response.

"Yeah, I'm ready," Carol replied after taking just a little longer to regain her composure. She then raised her back only to end up standing at attention with the spear by her side. "Now that I moved around, I got to digest all the food," she then added with a grin.

'Damn,' Mathew thought, tensing up the muscles in his arm to fight the desire to slap himself in the face. 'I didn't think about this at all!'

The reason why he spent the valuable cores on something as mundane as the food was because he was worried the girl would starve out. Seeing how just a few levels made her reach her limits, he was worried that pushing for the heavy leveling through buying the points for her would bring the girl beyond that edge.

And yet, Mathew forgot a simple fact.

'It's not the act of eating but the fact of digesting it that fills one's stomach,' he thought, stumped about how he failed to think about such a simple fact.

"Very well," he then said, extending his right arm and pointing it straight at the merchant. "Are you ready?"

Rather than discussing the topic that put him to shame, Mathew opted to focus on the task at hand instead.

"Ready as I can be," Carol replied cheerfully, stretching out her boobs and even hitting the floor with the blunt end of her spear in a makeshift salute.

Mathew only nodded his head before turning around and approaching the merchant. He didn't reach for under its hood, this time, aiming his hand at the floating silver orb instead.

POOF!

Contrary to transferring to the merchant's subspace, Mathew wasn't used to activating this subfeature of the merchant. And he suddenly found himself bathing in the silver light, the young man couldn't help but twitch.

'Now then,' he thought, once the startling moment passed. And then, not wasting any time, he looked towards the displayed status windows of his entire harem.

'Back when I raised everyone's level, I added five levels to all three of the girls to...' Mathew thought, only for his face to turn stale when he realized a certain problem. 'I can't really remember why I did that!'

He used the touching grass feature of the merchant along with a rule as to how he should be purchasing those points. And yet, while he could remember the steps of doing so, the logic behind it eluded the young man.

'Well, fuck it,' he then thought, rolling his eyes. 'Being efficient or not, I'm still going to pay the same, whether I do it in the right order or not,' he then realized.

The entire level purchasing scheme was aimed at making the most out of the cores Mathew had at hand at the given moment. Yet, as the prices of levels didn't appear to be affected by one's existing level or any other factors, it wouldn't matter in the long term if Mathew nailed the best mathematical way of raising the levels or not.

In the end, after all, those levels would always cost the same.

'Or in other words, the order of raising the levels only matters if I want to use up all my cores,' he thought, only for a devilish grin to appear on his lips.

Mathew then shook his head before reaching out to where he could remember the access point to the merchant's storage to be.

'How many cores do I have left?' he then asked, once he could feel his consciousness connecting yet another realm.

"You have eighteen hundred and forty-three cores left," the merchant's voice replied in its usual, monotone voice.

'That means...' Mathew then turned his eyes back towards the status window of Carol. Then, he quickly ran the simple math problem through the gears of his mind. 'I can give her around ten levels, for eleven hundred cores.'

For such simple math, Mathew didn't even need to use a calculator. And yet, he then cautiously pressed his fingers on the arrows displayed on Carol's status window, counting every click to ensure his math was correct.

'There it is,' he thought, smiling nicely when the cost displayed at the bottom of the window matched his own calculations. And then, without any further ado, Mathew confirmed the transaction, wasting more than two-thirds of his entire fortune just to give Carol the means of fulfilling the job he designated her for.

[Wife #3]

[Name: Carol Handar]

[Age: 18]

[Level 4+5] > [Level 14+5]

[Race: Human]

[Class: N/A] > [Class: Mage]

[Status: Exicted]

[Level 9] > [Level 19]

[Vitality 30] > [Vitality 50]

[Brawn 10] > [Brawn 20]

[Agility - 5] > [Agility - 15]

[Mind 47] > [Mind 87]